That feeling when joy
fizzes like sparkling bubbles
rushing through my veins.
When peach blossoms bloom
inside my chest, within my heart.
When, for a moment,
I can forget
that I must always be more
than just a being that feels.
When the air is ripe and heavy,
thick with sweet nectar.
When this light becomes a door—
not leading away,
but opening inward.
When I can only grasp this feeling
while floating,
and for a fleeting moment,
all my selves dissolve
into everything.
Then, for a breath of time,
I have found the light.